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The lights came and went; as the mist lifted we could see the exquisite colours, the green, the dazzling sweet lights on the meadows, playing upon the meadow-sweet and elder bushes; at last we came to the lovely glades of Carriglass. It seemed to me that we had reached an enchanted forest amid this green sweet tangle of ivy, of flowering summer trees, of immemorial oaks and sycamores.
That must be kept a secret from him, an' it's likely he won't notice the change." Kitty then went over, and laying her hand on her father's arm, said: "Father, for the love of God, don't take us from Carriglass and Ahadarra: whatever the world has for us, whether for good or evil, let us bear it here."
"True enough, indeed," replied the good woman, "an' that's true, too, tell the girls, Bryan, and that they must come." "Not I," said the other, laughing; "if the girls here wishes them to come, let them go up and ask them." "So we will, then," replied Hanna, "an' little thanks to you for your civility." "I wish I knew the evenin'," said Bryan, "that I might be at Carriglass."
Kathleen's gaze, however, was turned on him with an expression which gave him strength; for indeed there was something noble and. sustaining in the earnest and consoling sympathy which he read in her dark and glorious eye. On their way to Carriglass there was little spoken.
Good-bye, sir," he added, taking up his hat, whilst the features of this sterling and honest man were overcast with a solemn and pathetic spirit, "don't consider me any longer your tenant. For many a long year has our names been but no matther the time is come at last, and the M'Mahon's of Carriglass and Ahadarra will be known there no more.
It wasn't our fault; we wor willin' to live oh! not merely willin' to live, but anxious to die there; but it can't be. Goodbye, sir." And so they parted. M'Mahon, on his return home, found Bryan, who now spent most of his time at Carriglass, before him.
I lave this farm of Carriglass to you, while you live, wid all that's on it and in it; that is, that I have any right to lave you I lave it to you wid my blessin', and may God grant you long life and health to enjoy it. Ahadarra isn't mine to give, but, Bryan, it's your's; an' as I said to your father, God grant you health and long life to enjoy it, as he will to both o' you."
Kate Hogan was sitting in the chimney corner, smoking a pipe, and as she took it out of her mouth to whiff away the smoke from time to time, she turned her black piercing eyes alternately from Bryan M'Mahon to Kathleen with a peculiar keenness of scrutiny. "An' how are you all up at Carriglass?" asked Mrs. Cavanagh. "Indeed we can't complain, thank God, as the times goes," replied M'Mahon.
"Don't curse or swear, most moral. Well, the lease of Ahadarra has dropped, and of Carriglass too; with Carriglass, however, we that is you have nothing at all to do." "Proceed? "Now, I have already told you my affection for your sister, and I have not been able to get either yes or no out of you." "No." "What do you mean?"
He went to his office or study, and, after some search, returned and handed the other a written promise of the leases of Ahadarra and Carriglass, respectively, to Thomas M'Mahon and his son Bryan, at a certain reasonable rent offered by each for their separate holdings.
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